Naked Mole Rat Dreams

I don’t normally link to artwork here; I secretly use Stumbleupon to fulfill my photography and art needs, and most of my favorite picks come from photo.net and deviant art. Unbeknownst to anyone except, perhaps, my husband, I have an enduring fetish for both photos and art. I prefer items awash with saturated colors; serene, empty, stony beaches at sunrise or sunset; the unusual and the unexpected; and, of course, cats, big and small. There is no one style I favor, although there are some I tend to avoid unless I find a specimen that moves me in unusual ways. Skill and talent matter more to me than milieu. The other day I found something particularly unusual; it has some of those saturated colors I mentioned, but it’s the content that particularly struck me. I think a true artist is someone who can look at something ordinary and see—and communicate—something extraordinary in turn. When I look at a turnip I see a turnip, or maybe roasted vegetables or a soup or stew. An artist, however, might see a naked mole rat and a bloody landscape: